The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was not a dream. It was a coat. It hung on the back of a chair in a room that smelled of wet stone and old paper. The fabric was gold, but not the yellow of sunflowers or autumn leaves. It was the dull, heavy gold of tarnished spoons, of coins that had never seen light, of a sunset trapped in a bottle and forgotten on a shelf. Eleanor stared at it. In the dream, she was young. Her...

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